Mysterious Skin: A Novel

by Scott Heim

I won’t deny I love you, but you’re basically an asshole. I doubted he’d receive the message.

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I needed to hurt him somehow, to raze and weaken him, or, as I suddenly longed to scribble down as the line of a poem, “to scissor through the starched gristle of his heart.”

“It’s amazing what people know. They just never say anything, they deny it because they don’t want to believe.”

It was Brian’s blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I’d held in my arms—and now, not even I—had blood this pure.